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When my dad was nine, my grandparents decided to escape the dreadful heat and humidity of faculty housing outside Philadelphia each summer, and invest in their first home, a vacation cabin in the Adirondacks, and that is where I spent all my childhood summers but one. My aunt and my dad own the place now, and most summers I manage to spend a weekend there, and given that, between my dad's moves and my mom's, I'd lived in something like 29 different places before I moved here at the age of 28, this is the one constant in my life, and the one place in this world that is my emotional home.

This is a view I see every day as I take my run when I visit my family's summer place in the Adirondacks. I spent all my childhood summers there, and because I moved some ridiculous number of times between my mom's household and my dad's as I was growing up, this is the constant of my childhood, and the place that truly holds my heart.